Hello from Hutchinson, Kansas. Theses are the clouds to the north of me as of about 90 minutes ago. There is a storm coming.
One year ago today I stood in the middle of Greensburg, KS, acutely reminded that while nature may not hate us, it sure as heck is dispassionate.
As I have begun of late to appreciate, the houses in my neighborhood range from Victorian through Arts and Crafts, with a smidge of Tudor Revival thrown in.
But right now, I'm trying to shake the realization that burned into me a year ago tonight when I returned to the non-desolated world outside the path of the thing that took Greensburg:
This is what houses look like before they come apart.